03-18-2012, 02:44 PM
The Big November by only rob
When I draw my shades
the birds stop
the sky
the laughing children
the woman in the sun dress
backlit
a walking hymn
but I can’t see her limbs
grow away
or the butterflies
fall.
the original thread can be found here
rob come back, rob us again
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions

